I'd like to tell y'all a storyAbout a friend of mineWho liked to drink good whiskey, oh LordAnd have a real good timeHis woman, you know she left himAnd stole that boy's brand new carAnd ran out of town with a guitar pickerSaid he gonna be a superstarSure you are

(Chorus)You can't alway trust your womanYou can't always trust your best friendBeware of the ones that you need y'all'Cause those might be the ones that do you in

Don't talk no stuff to no slickerDon't tell your feelings to your friendDon't tell your woman that you love her, becauseThat's when your trouble beginsThere are many ladies here among usThat'll stab you in the back when you ain't aroundThere are many, so many of your very best friendsThat'll kick you in the head when you are downYes they will

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Don't you backtalk the police'Cause it's his job to put you in the jailThey'll lock you up, boy and throw away the keyAnd your best friend won't even go your bailThere are many slickers here among usThat are all dressed up in suits and tiesBut don't you show your pain, Lord in front of them'Cause if you do you kiss yourself goodbye, alright